A flare of energy lashes out from the corona of the Sun, uncurling through the heavens towards Hallifax. As the lash of blazing light defracts through the crystalline city, it splits off into several washes of power that cascade down towards Tolborolla, the Clarramore Gardens and Verasavir.
I guess nobody will like Hallifax after this.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
At least it wasn't a focused laser this time!
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Mraxin, the Perihelion says to Thul, "Now just imagine having to fight these flames for centuries, and perhaps you can consider yourself Jojoban."
:x
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
You shout, "Your minions are no match for the might of the engine! We shall prevail!"
As if challenged, Sun spins through the heavens and alights itself above the City of Transformation. Hungry flames descend in a wrathful fury, and the creaking of melting metal rings throughout the Basin of Life.
(Magnagora): Kailanna says, "Oh good job."
(Magnagora): You say, "Whoops."
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
A dwarven pilgrim mumbles something about you taking too long and wanders off, determined to find her own way.
You speedwalk west to before Avechna the Avenger.
You have reached your destination.
An aslaran pilgrim says, "Oh, I thank you, Twytch! You have been most kind to lead the 2 of us up the peak. Here, please take this small amount of gold as a gesture of our thanks."
A dwarven pilgrim mumbles something about you taking too long and wanders off, determined to find her own way.
You speedwalk west to before Avechna the Avenger.
You have reached your destination.
An aslaran pilgrim says, "Oh, I thank you, Twytch! You have been most kind to lead the 2 of us up the peak. Here, please take this small amount of gold as a gesture of our thanks."
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I always try to get at least 4 of them for exactly this reason... It's curious that this problem doesn't seem to exist for the bards and scholars.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
After a particularly wonderful discussion with a certain Celestian about the Nihilists, during which I OOCly had to start making dinner for my sick partner in a 90+ degree kitchen:
You tell <Ranking Magnagoran>, "Greetings."
You tell <Celestian>, "<Celestian's Name> may be sympathetic to our cause in the future."
You tell <Celestian>, "// mis."
<Celestian> tells you, "// bruh."
You tell <Celestian>, "// Glorious mis."
You tell <Celestian>, "// Absolutely spectacular mis."
<Celestian> tells you, "// getting my ab workout today, them's some good laughs."
This is why we don't cook and RP. Thanks for Celestian for being a good sport and not taking it IG, though!
A dwarven pilgrim mumbles something about you taking too long and wanders off, determined to find her own way.
You speedwalk west to before Avechna the Avenger.
You have reached your destination.
An aslaran pilgrim says, "Oh, I thank you, Twytch! You have been most kind to lead the 2 of us up the peak. Here, please take this small amount of gold as a gesture of our thanks."
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I always try to get at least 4 of them for exactly this reason... It's curious that this problem doesn't seem to exist for the bards and scholars.
Actually Scholars DO leave you if you take too long - I've had some do it in the past. The amount of time seems to be completely random though.
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Any munchkin players here who get why that made me giggle?
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
So..where does one find this?